I've always done 20 things at once. It's my way of staying alive, not to keep one dish cooking, but several dishes going. And I'm pretty organized.
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One person cooking at home cannot pay attention to too many things. If a woman makes three dishes, she will get nervous on the first, the second will suffer and the third will be a disaster.
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I find myself dreaming of doing normal things - like staying home and washing dishes.
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Icthus (JS#5)
Epiphany 5
Many fishes
Jesus fishes
Peter no fish
Jesus “pish pish “
Peter empty dish
Jesus full dish
Peter bare dish
Jesus extra dish
Peter one dish
Jesus many dishes
Peter fish
Jesus fishes
B.C. fish
A.D. fishes
B.C. Moses
A.D. Jesus
poem by James Hart
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The Digger's Song
Scrape the bottom of the hole: gather up the stuff,
Fossick in the crannies, lest you leave a grain
behind,
Just another shovelful and that'll be enough,-
Now we'll take it to the bank and see what we can
find,
Give the dish a twirl around,
Let the water swirl around,
Gently let it circulate, there's music in the swish,
And the tinkle of the gravel,
As the pebbles quickly travel
Around in merry circles on the bottom of the dish.
Ah, if man could only wash his life, if he only could,
Panning off the evil deeds, keeping but the
good,
What a mighty lot of digger's dishes would be sold,
Though I fear the heap of tailings would be greater
than the gold,
Give the dish a twirl around,
Let the water swirl around,
Man's the sport of circumstance however he may
wish,
Fortune! are you there now?
Answer to my prayer now,
And drop a half ounce nugget in the bottom of
the dish.
Gently let the water lap, keep the corners dry,
That's about the place the gold will generally stay,
What was that bright particle that just then
caught my eye?
I fear me by the look of things 'twas only yellow
clay,
Just another twirl around,
Let the water swirl around,
That's the way we rob the river of its golden fish,
What's that? can't we snare a one?
Don't say that there's ne'er a one,
Bah, there's not a colour in the bottom of the dish.
poem by Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
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Highly Valued Objects
The highness of an object resides in its lustre,
Demanding traits are discarded, like silk.
Interiors of the organs of a body are of the corpse,
Relishing nothing for nobody, and nobody else.
Then the disease of the heart enters the calm,
Fostering new teachings for everybody, and unique too.
Let the praise of heaven be our neighbour,
Insert the eye of sheep in the dishes.
A dish is a dish, a body is a corpse
But a cadaver in secret, an excellency.
poem by Naveed Akram
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MaMa's Cooking
Thinking of times I would say what's cooking everyday
It's an assortment of goodie things
Chocolate, pies and banana pudding
Enough food and that's Mama's cooking
Thinking of times I would say what's cooking everyday
Apron in hand and lasting impression I didn't want to miss
Everything seem perfect from beginning to end
Enough food and that's Mama's Cooking
Thinking of times I would say what's cooking everyday
Smiling faces and a gentle speech of o.k.
Noone knows how much the void I can't fill
Enough food and that Mama's Cooking
Thinking of times I would say what's cooking everyday
Being polite and sincere would carry the weight
Seemingly enough she has the greater plan
Enough food and that Mama's Cooking ahead
Thinking of times I would say what's cooking everyday
The napkins, plates and never-ending why didn't it last
Noone knows how much the void I can't fill
Enough food and that's Mama's Cooking again
Thinking of times I would say what's cooking everyday
Craving for the turkey and dressing pan
Not to admit, seemed a bit much
Enough Food and that's Mama's Cooking again
So nowadays, I look for the needle in the haystack
Wishing on the times, she would come back
It's been 10 years, since I said thoughs word's
Enough food and that Mama's blessing for us
Missing mom everyday becomes second-nature for me
Enough food, Enough love and One day she'll see
For know I'll take her spirits with me and others will speak
Enough food, Enough love and One day she'll see
poem by Natasha McGee
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I like cooking but I don't know much and whenever I enter the kitchen, my mother sends me out! Because whenever I try a dish from a book, it comes out bad.
I don't like gourmet cooking or ""this"" cooking or ""that"" cooking. I like good cooking.
quote by James Beard
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I sometimes think the chef end of cooking is not the real end of cooking. Cooking is all about homes and gardens, it doesn't happen in restaurants.
quote by Delia Smith
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Our findings with reference to organized crime was that organized crime as an entity didn't participate in the assassination of the president. However, we were unable to preclude the possibility of individual members of organized crime having participated.
quote by Louis Stokes
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For the most part this is a place to find down-to-earth advice on everyday cooking, eating, food shopping, cooking equipment, and nice things to put on your table.
quote by Arthur Schwartz
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Washing up
'Grab a hold of that dish-cloth our Peter,
And give me a lift with these dishes;
We don't have a genie in this house
To help us, by giving three wishes.
It's manual labour our Peter,
A straightforward job in the sink;
A mountain of mucky old dishes
And then we can go for a drink.
Our Ena is ever so fussy though,
The glasses, they MUST be done first;
The cups and the plates are then easy,
The large greasy pans are the worst.'
'Put plenty of 'fairy' in Peter'
Said Fred, 'it will save you from scrubbing;
We'll soon have them spotless and shining
And then me and you can go clubbing.'
'Grab a hold of that towel our Freddie,
This mountain is now just a hill;
Just two more, then a colander Freddie,
And then I'll be on to the grill.'
Soon the hill was as flat as a pancake,
The dishes were done and all dry;
Fred and Peter were happy as sandboys,
To the boozer their feet would soon fly.
'Hey Ena! they're done, we have finished,
I told you we wouldn't get vexed; '
'Hey Peter, and Fred! no you haven't,
I told you, the ironing is next.'
(Written Jan 1996)
poem by John Carter Brown
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Pretty Boy
I lie awake at night
See things in black and white
I've only got you inside my mind
You know you have made me blind
I lie awake and pray
That you will look my way
I have all this longing in my heart
I knew it right from the start
Oh my pretty pretty boy I love you
Like I never ever loved no one before you
Pretty pretty boy of mine
Just tell me you love me too
Oh my pretty pretty boy
I need you
Oh my pretty pretty boy I do
Let me inside
Make me stay right beside you
I used to write your name
And put it in a frame
And sometime I think I hear you call
Right from my bedroom wall
You stay a little while
And touch me with your smile
And what can I say to make you mine
To reach out for you in time
Oh my pretty pretty boy I love you
Like I never ever loved no one before you
Pretty pretty boy of mine
Just tell me you love me too
Oh my pretty pretty boy
I need you
Oh my pretty pretty boy I do
Let me inside
Make me stay right beside you
[BRIDGE]
Oh pretty boy
Say you love me too
Oh my pretty pretty boy I love you
Like I never ever loved no one before you
Pretty pretty boy of mine
Just tell me you love me too
Oh my pretty pretty boy
I need you
Oh my pretty pretty boy I do
Let me inside
Make me stay right beside you
song performed by by M2M from Shades Of Purple
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Stepping Into Line
I didnt want to,
Leave you behind,
But your clothes werent stepping,
Into line.
Too much self pity,
Not enough nitty griity
And just when you were looking pretty
Pretty boring, pretty drab, out of date, colors bad,
You should know it stays the same.
No individuals things ever change.
But oif its new, its in the past.
Everything goes by so fast.
Upstaged by the supporting cast.
Dont ask the girlfreind to throw it away,
Itll be in fashion by next friday,
Hoping our clothes have something say
Take it away!
Haha...
The in vogue clock goes spinning round
Space age fasion lifts off the ground
Just accept the new faith
Try and look common place
Instead of looking out of place
But cant you see Im staying still, that rich little bastards made me ill,
Ill, ill!
song performed by by Madness
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Vegas 2000
Year 2000 early spring,
I was staying in
the “City of Sin”.
Staying in hotel
called the “Stratosphere”,
I went to the top,
and looked down with fear.
Now I heard Tom Cruise
took the sky jump down,
I’m afraid of heights,
I don’t want to break my crown,
better to walk around the town.
We walked down the stip,
looking at all things hip,
like the Treasure Island ship.
That was some kind of a show,
a spectacular in itself
with things a glow.
Now many sights we did see,
like 2 parrots flying to their
masters as pretty as can be.
All good things do come to an end,
I had to get back home with my friend.
A baby was crying on the plane
now my birthday was that very day.
I gave her my doll Melodie,
she stopped crying but wouldn’t
give her back to me.
So I played to her like Melodie
needed to sleep by counting sheep,
she then smiled and gave me a wink.
That little incident made my trip,
I should put into a cartoon strip.
Written by Christina Sunrise Feb.21,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Annihilate Now!
when your alive now
or if your alive now
you're always ignored
so you sleep on the floor
you're above me now
above me now
Annihilate now
and now you late now
When you're alive now
or if you're alive now
I'm definitely not here just to have fun
you're above me now
above me now
When you're alive now
or if you're alive now
no one is here just to have fun
you're above me now
above me now
When you're alive now
or if you're alive now
i know you're supposed to do
things you don't want to do
why?
There's only one room at the end
there's only one room at the end
so let's pretend we're at the end
song performed by by Idlewild
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What I am
I'm not normal
I'm not prissy
I'm not beautiful
I'm not amazing
I'm not organized
I'm not hilarious
I'm not intellegent
I'm not the best in the world
I'm not the worst in the world
I'm not these things because they just aren't me
I hate myself
I hate life
I hate jerks
I am weird
I am crazy
I am pretty
I am unique
I am neat
I am funny
I am smart
I am kind
I am tough
I am sensative
I am all of these things because they're me
I love the people around me
I love death
I love nature
poem by Emily Tyrrell
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Vegas 2000
Year 2000 early spring,
I was staying in
the “City of Sin”.
Staying in hotel
called the “Stratosphere”,
I went to the top,
and looked down with fear.
Now I heard Tom Cruise
took the sky jump down,
I’m afraid of heights,
I don’t want to break my crown,
better to walk around the town.
We walked down the stip,
looking at all things hip,
like the Treasure Island ship.
That was some kind of a show,
a spectacular in itself
with things a glow.
Now many sights we did see,
like 2 parrots flying to their
masters as pretty as can be.
All good things do come to an end,
I had to get back home with my friend.
A baby was crying on the plane
now my birthday was that very day.
I gave her my doll Melodie,
she stopped crying but wouldn’t
give her back to me.
So I played to her like Melodie
needed to sleep by counting sheep,
she then smiled and gave me a wink.
That little incident made my trip,
I should put into a cartoon strip.
Written by Christina Sunrise Feb.21,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Sometimes I Can Hear the Confusion and Sorrow
The television buzzes and pops
and the dishes loom in their piles
while the dog looks up from
her empty water dish,
the laundry is folded in sorted piles
yet to be claimed by the household,
and the internet is on
so nobody calls,
and under the three remaining bulbs
a yellow light is cast,
thrown among crusty plates,
and the papers are spread out
in categorized piles to show
if we can afford to just throw away
the spaghetti hardening in the pot,
while the cat yowls at the doorknob,
but nobody hears
over the sound of things falling apart
while the television drones on
about tornadoes.
poem by Ayn Timmerman
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Flaming Dragon Curry
On the menu, I spotted Flaming Dragon Curry,
But, to try this dish, I am in no particular hurry;
It has onions, red peppers, and chicken (diced) ,
Steeped in seasoning, herbs, and Indian spice.
I'd probably be sitting there with streaming eyes:
For me to try this dish, I think, would not be wise.
As well as watery eyes, my mouth would be on fire;
Neither of which is a sensation I particularly desire.
Five red chillies indicated it was the hottest dish there;
Certainly way too hot for my taste-buds to ever bear.
I consider that this curry is only for the very brave;
It is certainly not a dish that I would ever crave.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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